I gotta watch my back Snipers on the hill, with the steel Man power, waitin' to JF kill If I was President I'd get elected on Friday Assassinated on
up to her bumper baby, beeped twice Jumped out the whip like I was the police Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze Got Friday on a DVD She
hear that whistle blow Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes I get the Friday fever and the
, so that the could jiggle Erotic style baby, what? Hook: Uuah, ha ha ha ah, uuah Strokes (x6) Psycho Les: A-yo it's friday night nothin' could stop
won't be your dirty secret I won't be your cure-all pill I won't run to fetch the water Just to tumble down the hill I won't be your Friday paycheck
out the door Bob's car wash keep my white walls tight Just put down on the Holyfield fight Ride by the hill holla at E. Neil East Point raise ya flag been hill
, "I'll not wallow in this house of shame" I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride Down at the mission house each Friday
future in a long white cotton gown Sittin' there at the church house, she was gonna get baptized They was gonna have dinner on the grounds So the very next Friday
your spine all of the time. Shivers down your spine, shivers down your spine, turns your blood to wine. Now I live in a big house, the one on haunted hill
Seeing my aura just glowing with light And I'm breathing real deep, sitting perfectly still Clearing my mind as I focus my will While listening to music from Windham Hill
I'm in the big black truck with the carolina lights on Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway I'm in the strip club almost every Friday Kats is cornballs
Saw her on a friday outside someone run down saloon She was cryin over someone she felt left much too soon I said, hey girl don't you cry tonight Let
floored it with pine i had a bronco,buckskin, like a bird he flew over the trail when we'd ride out 40 miles every friday for some grub and to pick
It's Friday night and ev'rything's right for the weekend. We propose that anything goes on a weekend. John called Ann and Jim got Sue and I made a date
Stop letting people keep teasing you I got you going off me indo amnesia I'm off the hizzy, yeah too tee zee I got sa crib up in the hills And I'm
I could hear the music from the other side Looked up and I saw my father And tears were in his eyes CHORUS We all still live for Friday night Old habits
on Boot Hill (Boot Hill) We're living on Boot Hill (Boot Hill) Are all living on Boot Hill (Boot Hill) We're living on Boot Hill (Boot Hill) Are all
want is just Another friday night spent with you It's nothing new, I'm nothing now Another tuesday come and gone Another holiday gone by All I want is just Another friday